“Please, go ahead Aminda” whispered Damian gently in her ear, as they entered the restaurant. He was a nineteen year old, slow-moving, tall, soft dark haired person and had a face that could have belonged to Ezra Miller, except probably more masculine. He wore a black shirt, with black ripped skinny jeans and a gray oversized zipperless jacket which appeared to be woolen. Along with some black Nike roshe run shoes. Aminda put her right arm on her stomach, she was starving. “"They’'ve got your favorite here”" he said with an enthusiastic voice, "Hoisin-glazed shrimp skewers"”. She laughed as she answered “"Hey, thats your favorite, stop saying its mine”". His eyes traveled down her body as she was walking in front, she had a cute green dress on complimenting her green eyes. She turned her face towards Damian as she smiled. You could notice light freckles around her nose, barely, these would only appear when it was summer. Her long waterfall of shiny, dark brown hair extended to the end of her back. Suddenly a voice interrupted the moment, which made Aminda look back to where she was looking. “"Welcome, did you have a reservation?"” said the waiter while staring at Damian. He nodded, saying “"A table for two, name is Estacado". She flipped a few pages, using her index as a guide to search for the name on the old, worn-out little book. She stopped her finger for a moment, focusing on the right side of the page as she looked back up. "Right this way, sir" she says, as she walks to a table across the room. As they were walking, Aminda was leaving a scented trail of the fragrance of Coco Chanel No. 5, which Damian seemed to be enjoying. "Here you go" the waiter said, as he smiled to Damian before making his way back to the counter. Damian pulls her chair. "Ma'am" he says in a playing yet gentle way. "Charmeur" she says with a French accent, giggling. She sat down after he pushed the chair slightly back, before making his way to the other side of the table. "What are we having today, my love?" he says as he gazes through the menu. "Well, I'd like to tell you, but I don't have a menu nor any cultery." she says as she sighs. "Excuse me" he yells to a waiter as he snaps his fingers gently in the air. A young waiter comes nervously towards the table, as he looks towards Damian. "My date doesn't have a menu and cultery" he says in a calm and soothing voice. The waiter looked at the other end of the table for a good few seconds, appalled, before he was interrupted. "Is there something wrong?" She said as she stared at the waiter. "Sorry" he said as he looked back to Damian, "I will... ...I will bring some" he said as he quickly walked to the counter, whispering something to the other waiter. "Whats with him?" Aminda says as she laughs. "Can't I ask for a menu around here? Or is this a self-servive restaurant?" she says with a sarcastic voice. Damian sighs, "Everytime" he says. "Anyways, honey, about the vacation" he said, changing his tone. "Is it going to be Greece or Portugal?" Aminda rolled her eyes. "Its always what you want, why can't I choose for once? For instance, I'd like to see Venice for a change. We were in Rome last year, do you remember how much we enjoyed it?" she said as she held his hand on the table. Damian rolls his eyes, as he tilts his head to his right, then looks back to her. "Alright, alright. We can go to where ever you'd like to go". Even though there were only three other customers in the restaurant, the young pair had the table in the most remote section of the restaurant that there was ... shadowed from the morning light that poured through the front windows. "You know" he said, looking in to her eyes. "I'm really glad I met you, you're the only friend I have" he said. Just as she wanted to react, the waiter came over with a pen and a smal notepad in his hand. "What may it be?" Damian looked at him with a sad glare. "A bottle of red wine, and two dishes of Hoisin-glazed shrimp skewers". He nodded and noted, as he walked away. "I like you too, but you got to stop ordering things for me" she said to Damian.  He opened his mouth without hestitating "Come on you know its your favorite". She sighed. "Whatever".